22 Weeks

We are getting there, me and this baby. Just over half way there. My pregnancies seem to get harder each time. I am trying to enjoy it more now though, trying to get to know this baby. We will get there.

My Knitting Now

Along with a whole lot of other things, I have let my knitting slide over the past couple of months. A sweater of Morehouse yarn for Brian has been dormant for the winter and a cabled scarf for his mom is also attention starved. But why complete old projects when there are new ones to be begun?! I started a baby blanket out of Blue Sky Organic Cotton, bought some sock yarn for my trip back east this week, and pick up stitches on the sleeve for Brian's "Christmas" sweater. getting rather discouraged on the last one though--it is looking small (hugs husband's boobs) and therefor I am unmotivated to finish it.
I stole a few moments of knitting time this evening. After an early dinner, the kids were playing and I snuck onto the living room couch--perched myself at the end of it quietly so as not to disturb them (and therefor disturb my knitting)--and watched my kiddos talking and singing in there to themselves. It was one of those moments that I described in the previous post--I have missed too many of them this winter. Luckily, each day offers more of them.

Retail Therapy Anyone?

We made a big, BIG purchase this weekend. The Nikon D90. What a camera. I truly have NO idea what I am doing with it in my hands but I have SO enjoyed shooting pictures this weekend with my new toy. What a complete pleasure it is! This camera is so good at capturing moments--almost too good. So good that you are thinking about the shot and not the moment. I have been living outside of the moment for quite some time now. This was a really expensive tool to remind me to get back into life.

Little Hands for Little Cups

We had tea and dumplings Chinese Gardens today, a rainy, bluish kind of Saturday. The general consensus upon driving up to the place was that it was going to be a bust--the gardens are small and are located on a rather dismal street in small Portland Chinatown. But once we got got inside, we realized how wrong we were. The smell of new flowers--gardenias, maybe lotus blossoms (do those smell?)--swirled through my nose and I was hooked, and so were the kids. Entranced is probably a better word for what me and Brian felt, and energized is certainly the word that would describe the kids' behavior. The rain made the experience even more calming. We watched together the little circles made bigger as the rain drops landed on the pools of water inside the gardens, we caught rain in our mouths, and we forgot for the moments we were there about the bluer moments we have had on the outside.